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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

GRATITUDE TUESDAY? I'M NOT FEELIN' IT THIS WEEK

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

El gato es en mi garaje. El todavia esta muerta.

ANIMAL CONTROL DOESN'T PICK UP DEAD ANIMALS IF THEY'RE ON PRIVATE PROPERTY. If I had thrown poor el gato in the street, then they would have picked him up. I'd call and say, There's a dead cat in the street. They'd send a truck to get him.

I called a private company that picks up dead animals. It's $229 for a service call, and this cat isn't even my fricking cat!

I called my vet's office. The person who answered the phone told me what to do, "unofficially". This problem is now a clandestine operation called El Gato, and that's all I have to say about that. I just hope he hasn't decomposed too much. It's not chilly here anymore.

My birthday was on Sunday, and it sucked. Willy Dunne Wooters was on call and couldn't come over. It took about a million hints before he told me happy birthday and he loves me.

He officially went off on call this morning at 7. He can come over tonight to comfort me.

I received an invitation to my nephew's wedding. I have an ethical concern about attending. The invitation says "Please RSVP". Good heavens! That's redundant! That is so redundant. I don't know if I can go. I asked The Hurricane how she feels about it. I'll let you know what we decide.

Hey! I just thought of something for which I can feel grateful. Amanda Ax emailed me to say she's really busy because so many of you visited her very cool etsy shop,Laylas Trinkets. Way to shop, people! Remember: my readers can get 20% off with the code word JUNEBUG.

Amanda also told me she makes custom jewelry. I have a charm bracelet that broke (I didn't like the bracelet anyway -- just the charms) so I'm going to send her the charms and she'll put them on a bracelet she'll make for me that matches the necklace and earrings I won in her husband Brandon's giveaway. And just so you know, I am not receiving any remuneration from Amanda for promoting her stuff, which includes original artwork, some of which Favorite Young Man might receive for his birthday next month.

To read the post about Amanda's shop, click HERE. Since these folks have two children and Baby #3 ready to arrive any day now, I'm glad to buy Amanda's very cool jewelry.

Well, look at that. I didn't think I could feel grateful today, but I do!

44 comments:

Maybe Amanda can put together something to hoist away El Gato. Hold on, I think I just made myself ill. I wouldn't be able to shovel the thing away. It's just not in my DNA. Convincing a friend to scoop it and fling it into my hated neighbor's yard? That's something in my DNA. Hold on, I really really am ill picturing that.Sorry to hear about your birthday (Happy Belated Birthday by the way). I had to work last year during my spouse's birthday and it really bothered me. I'm sure Willy, being the ultimate boyfriend you have built him up to be, will make it up to you.

I'm sorry you're still dealing with a dead cat and that disposing of the carcass has turned into a covert operation. Be advised that if you go to Home Depot and purchase a chainsaw, 50 jugs of bleach and a Rubbermaid tub, you might be red flagged, pulled from the checkout line, detained and interrogated at length by Dateline's Keith Morrison.

Do you hear the music from The Twilight Zone? We are freaky. I already have a twin. We're not the same race and she was born Feb. 22nd. Maybe we are really triplets and you are the missing baby! Happy Birthday!

I understood as soon as I saw the first comment. I quite often comment on blogs and then find out that what I said was totally irrelevant. In fact, some people seem to think that everything I say is totally irrelevant no matter when I say it.

I took four years of Espanol in high school. I took one semester of French in college. It ruined me. I open my mouth to speak Spanish, and sometimes French falls out. I really get in trouble with The Hurricane because she says my French accent is horrible and I shouldn't speak French AT ALL.

A couple years ago, as I was backing down my driveway to go to work, I noticed a dead deer in my ditch. Since I was going to be late, I decided to pass the buck (sorry). Anyway, the previous night, a car struck and messed up the deer. The cops had to come and shoot the thing. Of course, the Penwasser family (including the dog, Pal Penwasser) blithely slept away and didn't hear the ruckus. Luckily, Animal Control got rid of the thing. Which is good, because I could throw a deer into a garbage bag and toss it in the trash.

I haven't seen a single deer since I moved to Florida. In Illinois and Maryland and Pennsylvania they ran into cars all the time. We didn't hit them. They hit us. I guess Pal Penwasser isn't much of a watch dog. My boys throw a fit if a cat so much as walks down the street. And if the cat should happen to make his way to the backyard and end up in the garage . . . well, we know what happens then: Operation El Gato.

Willy is a sweetie pie. We're going out to dinner tonight (Wednesday). When he came over, he said, You look like you did something different to yourself during the past week. I said, I haven't changed a thing. He said, But you look even prettier than you did.

Hi Janie - oh dear .. I sure hope el gatto has a peaceful and blessed ending to his/her earthly presence. Happy Birthday .. and just sorry it wasn't such a great one - perhaps this coming one you can celebrate ..